SapphireDragon
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faded roses under the pale moonlight, glistening dreams drip like dew upon their petals glittering soft and bright.
the wind blows and wraps around me, like a hug of whispers somber, sound, and free.
beautiful and soft like fresh snow, beams on the moon's light as it doth glow. Hanging above high and guiding on the night.
Night time is a time not just for slumber, but to reflect, like the moon's rays in the water ripple and retract. So do my thoughts wander to and fro, of what I did, and where I did go.
Soon I must sleep but for now I must wonder, laugh or maybe even weep. For this time is precious as a shimmering stone, this time when I can be with my thoughts and just be alone.
Oh how I love the company of many, but night is where I can think to myself, just the moon, the night and me.
The beauty of the night is something to behold, silent but filled with ancient melodies of old. So I sing to thee, the ode to the moon. And dance in your light to your somber tune.
The song is almost over, for the fun can only last so long, morning will be here soon and with it the dawn. I must bid ye farewell it's time to sleep. But i won't forget you, for next time we meet, we will dance all night to your melody so sweet.
the wind blows and wraps around me, like a hug of whispers somber, sound, and free.
beautiful and soft like fresh snow, beams on the moon's light as it doth glow. Hanging above high and guiding on the night.
Night time is a time not just for slumber, but to reflect, like the moon's rays in the water ripple and retract. So do my thoughts wander to and fro, of what I did, and where I did go.
Soon I must sleep but for now I must wonder, laugh or maybe even weep. For this time is precious as a shimmering stone, this time when I can be with my thoughts and just be alone.
Oh how I love the company of many, but night is where I can think to myself, just the moon, the night and me.
The beauty of the night is something to behold, silent but filled with ancient melodies of old. So I sing to thee, the ode to the moon. And dance in your light to your somber tune.
The song is almost over, for the fun can only last so long, morning will be here soon and with it the dawn. I must bid ye farewell it's time to sleep. But i won't forget you, for next time we meet, we will dance all night to your melody so sweet.
